precious moments

on Wednesday I turned my hand into schnitzel using a steel mallet to to rid my flesh of the bones I resented gleefully shattering them on an old cutting board feverishly increasing the speed and power of my swings to the sound of my insides disintegrating careful to pulverize my shapeless flesh so it was thin enough to crisp in fryer oil I smothered it in egg and breading and fried it until it turned an immaculate golden brown and applied a cranberry purée finisher I took a picture of the perfectly plated meal and submitted it to a food blog that didn’t exist I fell asleep that night with my hand leaking grease and cranberry sauce shedding molten skin and breading and blood into my sheets laughing at the nerves attempting to move bones that were no longer there I wondered if it would every do anything more important than what it had done that night